With inflation rampant, growth stagnant, government disintegrating, and nothing working – so I’d read, all due to Brexit, naturally – it was a wonder to fly into Heathrow, breeze through customs, and smartly get to a smoothly-functioning, clean and new London hotel via train and tube.
What had happened to the strike-bound Britain that Poland was about to overtake in GDP per person? Largely the Remoaner fantasy, it seems, so prevalent even among Britons who should know better.
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